Teen Wolf – The less than interesting ventures of Amanda Thornthwaite
Chapter 1:
My parents should know that it isn't possible for them to reach me by mobile phone during school, apart from during that 11:45-12:20 bracket, which was lunch. This was simply, because I switch my phone off, like every good student should. Plus, my teachers, including but not limited to Mr Yukimura and Ms Martin, were both very strict in response to disrespectfulness in concordance with the use of smart phones during class and would not hesitate to confiscate it for 24 hours. At this point in my freshman career I simply could not afford a day where I do not up my game in Candy Crush.
Luckily they are technologically savvy enough to use a recorded voice mail, and so as soon as the bell rang for end of school I hit the button to play the message.
"Hi Amanda-kins!" The sing-song voice of my Mother called out from the speaker. "So you know how your Father is at an extended business trip in New York? Well, I've decided to join him. Isn't that lovely? Oh, naked fondue nights and sexy pasta Fridays here I come!" I grimaced, but continued listening. "I am aware that you can take care of yourself, but I've called Irma the maid to sweep the house every 4 days. So have good time at school, do your homework, eat healthy, brush your teeth, don't stay up too late, stuff like that, BYE!" She ended the call dragging out the 'e' on the 'bye'.
I sighed and made my way to the busses only to be greeted by an empty parking lot. I had missed my ride home. I looked over to the lacrosse field and saw the team meeting for the try outs. I might as well stay and watch and then catch one of the late busses. I trudged across the field to the bleachers, where I perched myself into a shady spot near a girl practicing some math and Mr Yukimura's daughter, who was nervously twiddling her fingers back and forth in a slightly dizzying manner.
I scanned over the boys on the field, trying to see if I could recognise anyone. There was Liam from Biology, Garrett and Mason from Math… They were all eye-candy really. In fact, I had yet to meet a boy (or girl for that matter) in Beacon Hills High-School that was not attractive: Except maybe Greenburg. Greenburg is disgusting.
The team proceeded to do exercises, with Liam leading the lot in everything. I struggled with 3 push ups. Liam seemed to manage 50 no problem. I'd call doping, but having seen the guy bench press in the School's communal gym, whilst I played marbles with the medicine balls; I knew he probably worked hard for his physical condition.
I watched as he weaved between two juniors and effortlessly scored a goal. He glanced towards the bleachers and saw me, giving me a grin. I gave him a cheesy thumbs-up in return. The girl next to me growled and stood up.
"I call do-over!" She shouted at the top of her lungs.
"There are no do-overs in Lacrosse," the coach retorted.
"10 bucks on Scott and Stiles!"
"I second that notion," the coach replies and blows his whistle. "Liam! Come over here and do it again."
The girl next to me sits down defiantly with crossed arms. Liam scoops up a ball and runs towards the defenders, he easily outmanoeuvres Stiles but is brutally tackled by Scott, who sends him flying. There was a sickening crunch as Liam landed on the grass. It turned out he had to be sent to the hospital, presumably due to a broken/fractured bone.
I stayed to the end of practice only to come to the conclusion that despite their amazing physique, the team wasn't all that great. I wondered over to the parking lot and waited for the late busses to arrive. A black SUV pulled up in front of me and Garrett leaned out.
"Hey Amanda, do you need a ride home?"
"I don't want to impose. It's fine. I'll just wait for the bus."
"It's no problem at all. As far as I remember you live on the way to our home. It would be no trouble at all for us to just drop you off."
"Alright then if you insist," I say and was about to climb in the back.
"How about you sit in the front?"
"Okay…" I reply and didn't make much of it before hopping into to the passenger seat and lay my bag at my feet. I glance behind me to see Violet in the back. She smiled and greeted me. I buckled in and leant back into the soft leather seats. It was a very nice car. "When did you get your drivers license? I would have thought we are still too young."
Garrett reached into his wallet and pulled out his license. "Got it about 3 weeks ago. Pretty cool huh?"
"That is pretty awesome," I reply. The car took off and I paid attention to make sure we were heading the right way and it appeared that Garrett was a very capable driver. We tried to make small talk about homework and lacrosse; however I let the stocky, blonde cover most of the talking.
The road passed through a forested area. Suddenly Garrett pulled the car over on to a hard shoulder. I looked at him quizzically. "Is something wrong?"
He smirked and pushed a button on the console. I heard a click and my door locked itself. I frowned and tried to undo my seatbelt, but that was also shut fast.
"It's no use," Garrett chided and his smirk grew bigger. "This was too easy." He nodded to the back of the car and all of a sudden a loop of wire was forced around my neck that pulled my head back against the seat.
"20 million dollars baby!" Violet said excitedly as she continued to tug on the cord that was ending my life.